'A vintage bicycle',
the old man tells me,
causing me to frown.
Vintage?
How many times have I heard that?
A vintage photograph,
some vintage wallpaper,
a vintage record player.
Is there anything that isn't vintage?
If a bicycle can be vintage,
then I declare my Chihuahua
vintage;
my bedding
vintage;
my books
vintage;
my pencils
vintage;
my earrings
vintage;
practically everything I own,
vintage.
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